Mason: Inked Reapers MC

by West, Heather

I groaned and slid down on the bed until my head hit the flat pillow. Sting. He didn’t know about Sting yet. Maybe he just didn’t want to admit what he already knew. The asshole was dead. And I killed him. If he knew that part of the story, I wouldn’t have been suffering from just a split lip and sore jaw. I’d be dead.

  The time slipped past me. I had no idea what day it was or what time of day it was; Jayson had tacked up a blanket over the window after the tied a leash to my wrists. Getting off the bed to stretch was about as far as I could go, not an inch further.

  Mason crept into my mind. How would he know to look for me? Would he even bother after I walked away from him like that? As far as he knew I took a bus north, never to see him again. Over and over again, I replayed that afternoon in the back of the diner. Thinking over what he said.

  He was right. When shit got hard, I ran. Taking care of mom, that had been easy. Clean up the puke, wash her hair, drive her to the doctor, pay the bills. It was all methodical and I could put myself on autopilot. When she died though. All of that went out the window. I had no idea what to do with myself. Reinvent myself? Live for me and not her? How did I do that? So I ran.

  Every excuse I came up with why I couldn’t get away from Jayson had to do with protecting Mason. I couldn’t let him hurt because of me, or anyone else. The truth was, though, that hiding in my little room at Jayson’s club had become my new shelter. I knew what I was, who I was. Then Mason walked into my world and changed all that.

  With him I could be something else. I wouldn’t day dream about going to nursing school, I’d actually get to go. Was I just too scared to give him a chance? I’d run away once from him, wasn’t I doing it again? Only this time, he let me. He didn’t run after me.

  I told him I didn’t want him to give up his life for me, but the truth was I was too scared to change my life for him. A coward.

  I heard Jayson start yelling through the door. I couldn’t understand him though. He’d been rambling on and off since he dumped me in that room. His eyes looked crazed when they didn’t look angry.

  “Where is she?” I heard a familiar voice bellow. The walls practically shook with the sound. I didn’t move, or make a sound, convinced my mind was starting to crack. “Where the fuck is she?”

  Mason?

  I turned over just as the door the room splintered into a little pieces. Mason with his gun dawn, eyes wild, and lips tight jumped into my room. Our eyes met, and for a moment I let myself believe I wasn’t dreaming. That he stood only a few feet from me. I reached my hands out, thinking to touch him before he dashed back into my mind.

  “Baby. I’m here.” I sat up as his arms wrapped around me. God he felt good. Strong, warm. “Fuck, look at you.” He gently cupped my face and looked at the damage.

  “Mason. Are you really here?” I whispered my question, not wanting to scare off the image.

  “Yeah, babe. It’s me.” He wiped the tears falling from my eyes and ordered me to stop crying, which only resulting in more tears.

  “You’re so bossy,” I complained, but didn’t mean it in the least. I heard Jayson yelling still from outside the door and sprung into action. “We’ll have to hurry. He’s coming back.” I started yanking on the rope.

  He captured my hands and held me still. “Stop, Lucy. Stop. Your wrists can’t take much more. Tick is with him. Don’t worry. He’s not going to touch you ever again.”

  A strangled scream came from outside the room and I looked back at him. “You came for me.” I watched him work the ropes around my wrists. Blood rushed into my fingers, burning and tingling.

  “I will always chase your stubborn ass down. But I would really rather you stopped running.” He threw the rope to the side and massaged my hands. “We need to get your wrists cleaned up and bandageed. You’re gonna hurt for a few days.”

  “I wouldn’t have blamed you if you didn’t come.” I blinked. How could he forgive me so easily?

  “Well, sometimes you’re an idiot,” he said with a soft smile. “I told you, you belong to me.”

  “Even after I ran away?”

  “Even then.” He pulled me close to him, resting his chin on the top of my head. “But if you ever run away again, I swear I will chain you to my bed.”

  The irony made me laugh. “You realize—”

  “I do, and I don’t care. I’m not Jayson. You’d love being chained to my bed. All the dirty things I’d do to you. Every one of them, you’d beg me for. And damn if I could ever tell you no.”

  His hand slid into my hair, griping me by my scalp and pulled my head back. His lips crushed mine, another claiming, another deep, branding kiss. I didn’t even care about my split lip.

  When he pulled away, staring down at me with his dark eyes and serious expression, I cupped his face with my hands. “I’m okay, Mason. I’m going to be just fine,” I reassured him. He looked down at my body, at the tear in my shirt, and the tattered pants lying on the end of the bed.

  “You need a hospital,” he ground out.

  “Probably, but what I need most. More than anything in the world. Is you, Mason Day. I just need you.”

  He nodded, scooped me off the bed and carried me from the room. As we walked through the apartment I saw Jayson, sitting up against a wall, a large gash running down the side of his face to match the one on Massy’s cheek. Tick stood over him, his chest heaving and his hands bloodied from dealing with Jayson. He wasn’t breathing. Just propped up against that wall. “Don’t look, baby,” Mason ordered, and carried me from the apartment. “Eyes on me, always on me.”

  EPILOGUE

  MASON

  “Fuck, Lucy,” I growled. Even after a year of fucking this woman, I would never get used to how she made me feel when I was inside of her tight pussy. She curved her back, sticking her ass further out for me as I drove my cock into her from behind. Her hands were tied over her head, hooked to the celling. The red welts on her ass from my belt not yet fading as I plowed into her.

  She took every bit of what I gave her, and sometimes the girl begged for more. Everything I wanted was wrapped up in that woman. And she was mine. All mine.

  “Mason, please. Please!” She would have stomped her foot if she hadn’t been pulled up to her tip toes.

  “Not yet, love,” I whispered in her ear, then pushed her head down so she was bent more at the waist. “Almost. Hold on for me, you can do that. I know you can.”

  My hand reached around her front and stroked her swollen clit. She groaned again, throwing her head back. She was close, so fucking close, her pussy clenched tight around my cock.

  “When I pull off these clamps, you come, got it?” I played with the clothespins I had on her nipples. The girl learned to like my methods of torment more than I could have dreamed.

  “Yes. Please, now.”

  I moved my hand from her clit, toying with both clamps at the same time. Without warning I pulled them free. She screamed, both from the instant burn in her nipples and the raging orgasm that ripped through her. I dropped the clamps the ground and gripped her hips, riding her hard until my own release took hold of me.

  ***

  Stepping out into our kitchen, I ignored the glare Massy gave me. She sat at the table holding their baby girl. Taylor had been born healthy and strong.

  “You know I’m trying to feed Taylor.” She adjusted the blanket over her breasts, trying to hide the fact that she was nursing in my kitchen.

  “And you know that I’ll fuck my wife whenever I want and wherever I want.” I pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge.

  “Knock it off, you two.” Lucy sprang into the kitchen, her hair all twisted up in a bun. She pulled the blanket back to see the baby and smiled. “So sweet.”

  “Tick is finishing up in the basement. Then we can go see that movie. You sure your ma doesn’t mind watching Taylor for a few hours?”

  “My mom? Fuck no. Besides, she’s got to practice being a grandma.” I gave Lucy a wink and drained the rest of my water.

>   Massy looked up at Lucy with surprise and joy, while Lucy glared at me.

  “I told you I wanted to tell her.” She narrowed her eyes at me. “Can’t you ever just do what I say?”

  I walked over to her, pulled her to my chest, and yanked her head back, planting a hard kiss on her lips. “That’s not how this works.” I gave her another kiss when she started to protest. “Isn’t that right?”

  “I’m not sure why I love you.” She grinned up at me.

  “But you do love me.” I pulled on her hair just a bit more.

  “’Til the day I die, Mason Day. ’Til the day I die.”

  THE END

  Free Book #1 Jasper

  Chapter 1

  Kaitlyn Stewart waved at the night security guard who was leaning against the reception desk. He glanced up and gave her a sad smile.

  “Working late again, Kait?” He asked, showing concern.

  Kait rolled her eyes and pushed a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

  “You know it, Rob.”

  “You work too hard, anyone ever tell you that?”

  “You’ve made quite the habit of telling me,” Kait mocked with a warm smile.

  “Well just you take care,” Rob offered as he did every night. “Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be walking around on her own after dark.”

  “This isn’t the seventies, Rob,” Kait laughed as she pushed open the glass doors that served as the entrance to her office building. The sharp night air pressed up against her, causing her to shiver beneath her designer trench coat. Drawing her arms close to her body, she lowered her head and started to walk purposefully towards the high rise parking lot where her car had been waiting for her since first light.

  Kait was grateful of the brisk evening air which pulled at her long blonde hair. It was a pleasant change from the stuffy recirculated air of the office where she worked. She just wished that the days were longer during the winter months. Lately, she arrived at work in darkness and left when the stars were out shining once again. She missed the warmth of sunlight upon her skin. The tan she was currently sporting had come via bottle.

  Her black stiletto shoes snapped sharply against the hard ground as she hurriedly approached the imposing structure of the parking lot. She tottered over to the elevator, pressed a button with a manicured finger, and patiently waited for it to arrive. As she waited she sent a few cursory glances around the ground floor of the parking lot. It was deserted. All the other cars had long since gone home for the day.

  Kait shivered. She wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or from unease. She hoped that a few cars would remain on the fourth floor where she was parked. The elevator arrived with a gentle chime, and the doors begrudgingly parted, granting her access inside. Stepping inside, Kait stiffened as she thought she saw a shadow move just beyond her peripheral vision. She strained to look back in to the parking lot, but the doors were already closing, limiting her view.

  “I need to stop working so late,” Kait mumbled to herself as the elevator began to ascend. Lately, she was working late every night. She was desperate for a promotion and did everything she could to prove her diligence to her boss, Sarah. She worked overtime, she picked up extra jobs, and she never left an email unanswered. Kait was pushing herself in the vain hope that it would ultimately pay off. A promotion would enable her to put down a deposit on the house she’d been coveting for months. She’d be able to pay off all her debts and finally start having the career she’d always dreamed of. But Sarah was notorious for never promoting anyone. Kait was determined to win Sarah over, to get the promotion she so sorely deserved.

  The elevator arrived on the fourth floor, and the doors slowly parted. Kait stepped out and to her dismay saw that her little Fiat 500 was the only car remaining there.

  “Damn it,” Kait quickened her pace as she approached her cream coloured car. She didn’t like being the last person in the parking lot; there was something creepy about the place at night. There were too many shadows, too many concrete pillars someone could hide behind. Kait was just a few feet from her car, her key palmed in her hand in readiness when a force pushed her from behind. The sharp clatter of her own footsteps had hidden the scrambled run of her assailant from her.

  Kait lost her balance and tumbled awkwardly against the concrete ground, losing her grip on both her handbag and her car keys which skittered away from her.

  “Come on then, bitch!” Rough hands rolled Kait on to her front. She glanced up to see a man with an angry face and several gold teeth staring down at her. His breath smelt of cheap cider.

  “Please, just let me go,” Kait pleaded, raising her hands to shield her face.

  “Let’s take her car!” A nearby voice sneered.

  “Or let’s just take her,” another declared viciously. “She’s really pretty.”

  Kait felt her face growing hot. This surely wasn’t happening. She was alone in a parking lot about to be attacked by three thugs. She could shout, but who would hear her?

  “Please,” Kait pleaded with them as she saw the angry faced man pull a knife out from his pocket. It glinted beneath the bright overhead lights in the parking lot. Kait held her breath in anticipation.

  “If you scream, I’ll cut your throat,” the man told her, and from the grim expression on his face, she knew he wasn’t joking. Deep lines were etched over his forehead and down his cheeks along with multiple scars. He was the kind of man who knew how it felt to take another life, and he’d end Kait here and now upon the hard concrete floor and not give her another thought.

  Kait’s heart began to beat madly in her chest. Her mind was overwhelmed with a jumble of thoughts. She wished that she’d spent less time at work, that she’d spent more time actually living. Before her mother had succumbed to cancer, she was always telling Kait that she worked too hard, that she needed to get out and live while she could. It had been three years since she’d last had a boyfriend. Sure she’d had flings, but they never went anywhere. Kait didn’t have time for anything serious, and she always managed to push potential suitors away with her unavailability.

  “So…who is going first?” The man with the knife leaned down towards Kait as the two behind him snickered to themselves. She glanced at his knife and wondered if she’d be able to kick it out of his hand. He must have sensed her intentions because the dense weight of a boot suddenly connected with Kait’s ribs, knocking the air out of her lungs.

  “Don’t be getting no ideas now, bitch,” he told her, his eyes bulging with madness. Pain burned in Kate’s chest. How hard had he kicked her? Had he broken a rib? She was convinced that once they’d had their way with her they were going to kill her. So this was how her life was going to end. Kaitlyn Stewart, the goody two shoes at school ended up being raped and stabbed to death by three strangers. People would wake up to the news of her demise; would they even care as they read their papers and watched the reports over their bowls of cereal and cups of coffee?

  Suddenly one of the men gave a high pitched squeal like a pig. Kait shifted her gaze in time to see him hurled to the ground. He connected with the concrete with a sickening thud. Further away, she heard the unpleasant sound of flesh pounding upon flesh. Punches were being thrown. Then, a second body landed heavily on the ground.

  “You fucking stay away from me, you hear?” The man with the knife straightened, looking beyond Kait. His grip on the blade tightened. “I’ll gut you like a fish, you hear me?” He slashed his knife through the air as something sprung from the shadows. Blood rained down on Kait’s face as the gold toothed man was overpowered. He gasped several times in pain and then staggered away from Kait, gripping his sides.

  Struggling to breathe thanks to the kick to her ribs, Kait watched the man hobble over to his fallen friends. Together they hurriedly clamoured to their feet looking severally worse for wear. Blood spouted from their noses, and they moved as though they might have some broken bones.

  “Get the hell out of here before I call the police!” A dee
p voice from close to Kait boomed at them. The men scurried away, back into the shadows where they had come from.

  Strong arms lifted Kait from beneath her shoulders and helped her sit up.

  “Are you okay?” The deep voice asked her, but it sounded kinder now, warmer. Trembling in her trench coat, Kait looked in to the eyes of the person who had saved her. Eyes the colour of strong coffee looked back at her.

  “Th-thank you,” Kait managed to find her voice as her vision sharpened. A man was kneeling beside her, gazing into her eyes. The jeans and t-shirt he were wearing struggled to contain his bulging frame and rippling muscles. His exposed arms were as thick as tree trunks. Short, dark hair clung to his scalp, and his skin was the same deep colour as his eyes. He was the most alluring man Kait had even seen. She blinked at him repeatedly, wondering if she was having some sort of hallucination.